fandomhigh | All-Sexuality Support Group meeting, Thursday after classes

The group name wasn't a lie: it really was for students of any and every sexuality -- however, if you didn't go into that classroom ready to get your same-gender-kissy on, the chance that you'd leave the same way was... fairly low. What with the rainbow-colored glitter on every available surface.

That was Emmett showing restraint. He almost took a trip to the flower shop too, but Gabrielle persuaded him that ordering enough roses to decorate every chair in the tastefully-arranged semi-circle three days before Valentine's Day would result in the employees of Covent Garden Flowers putting out a contract on him, and not the fun kind with a collar and a safeword. Okay, so Gabrielle hadn't actually used the word 'safeword,' but the sentiment was completely intact, thank you very much. As was her earnest make-people-feel-welcome smile, completely untainted by WTF because she hadn't yet figured out what the group's acronym stood for.

She had also not yet realized that she'd be picking rainbow glitter out of everything she owned for days.

"Hi, everyone," she began. "And thanks for coming to the first meeting of the All-Sexuality Support Group."

Oh, just abbreviate it, Gabrielle, and figure it out already so you can give Emmett that look. You know. That one.

The one that would get 'Oh my stars and garters, does that really spell a naughty word?' in reply from Emmett, and then he'd find himself on the business end of her staff, which sounds fun but isn't, so he was going to enjoy her ignorance while it lasted. "My lovely co-hostess is Gabrielle and I'm Emmett, and if this were a Gay-Straight Alliance, I'd be the gay one." He shot a look towards Gabrielle. "But it's not, because life can get a lot more complex than just gay and straight."

Gabrielle narrowed her eyes, shook her head, and twitched both hands in the air. "Why do you keep giving me that look?" See. This is the point he was trying to make. "Anyway, we thought we'd start off with introductions today. I know, I know, you probably all thought we were done with that by now. It's one more time, you'll be fine."

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"I'm afraid I haven't met your Xena," Leto said, smiling.

"Everyone tells me that," she replied with a sigh. A slightly dreamy (shut up) sigh, because hello, Leto, and eyes, and --

"You remind me of her a little bit, actually."

Like a cross between him and Francine, but the subtext was still pretty sub at this point in time, so shhhhh.

The smile widened a little. "I do? You will have to show me a portrait some time."

"People don't tend to do portraits or sculptures of the former Destroyer of Nations," Gabrielle said, the corners of her mouth quirking up slightly. "I'll have to get her to let me take a picture with my phone the next time I see her."

Or get Xena to invent cameras. But that would be a little too silly.

"Destroyer of Nations? She must be an impressive woman," Leto replied cheerfully.

Silly? Xena? Never!

Preposterous, even.

"Former Destroyer of Nations," Gabrielle felt the need to emphasize. "She isn't that person any more, but it's a lot of work to get past that reputation."

"I imagine it is," Leto replied. "And are you helping her?"

"Of course I am!" Gabrielle looked a little surprised that it was even a question. "It's the least I can do for her."

Well, her feelings for Xena was rather obvious. "She must be happy to have such a loyal friend." He put a slight emphasis on the word 'friend'.

To anyone but Gabrielle, probably, it was as obvious as a herd of centaurs blowing horns as they galloped by holding a banner.

Gabrielle was the one frantically trying not to get trampled by the herd, and therefore too preoccupied to see the banner.

"I'm sure she is," she replied. That smile was not slightly doofy. You were reading it wrong, okay? "Sure, she expresses it in some unconventional ways, but she is. And I'm just as grateful for her."

"Unconventional?" Leto was curious enough to ask.

Sometimes when Gabrielle so much as opened her mouth, you had to ask.

"Oh, you know. Big, tough warrior princess," she said conversationally. "So stoic and guarded all the time. But I know the heart behind that intimidating leather-clad exterior and it really is something. You don't get rescued from near-death situations multiple times and still doubt someone cares about you, after all."

"Usually not, no," Leto replied, amused. "So you are able to see through the hardened skin of a warrior?"

"Not any warrior." Gabrielle's smile warmed. "Just her, but I think she shares parts of herself with me that she doesn't share with anyone else."

[OOC: The player apologizes so hard, but the power of canon compels the innuendo.]

"Oh, she does?" Yes, Gabrielle seemed oblivious, but that didn't mean he couldn't pretend she had said what it sounded like she'd said.

[Oh, Xena innuendo is love]

"Yes," Gabrielle answered decisively. "She spent so many years surrounded by hundreds of men, and then she met me. I don't think she's ever had anyone like me before. I seem to bring that out of her."

"I can see why," Leto grinned. Her innocence was very sweet.

[night!]

"You can?" She blinked at him in surprise; most people tended to ask Xena why she let that annoying little blonde tag along after her.

"You must be able to offer a different perspective on things," Leto offered, assuming that Xena had a thing for very talkative blondes.

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